Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
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I'm cut from a different cloth. I would never moon someone. I was raised in a good family.
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We hear many persuasive voices demanding freedom from restrictions, particularly from moral restraints. However, we learn from the history of the earth that any successful society has had boundaries.
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Too often, people think that solving the world's problems is based on conquering the earth, rather than touching the earth, touching ground.
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Did you ever build a castle in the Air? Here is one, brought down to earth and fixed for the wonder of ages.
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Businessmen should stand or fall on their own two feet.
Edwina Currie
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
